Morava tried her best to maintain her composure, but her face paled. Gathering her wits, she leaned forward and hid it with an effortless glib comment, "You are too paranoid, Your Highness. It is nothing but water."
Eltanin's gaze raked over her cleavage that she had exposed for a good show. He leaned against the tree, beneath which he was standing, and crossed his arms across his chest. His wolf growled inside, forcing him to find his mate. Disregarding her comment, he said, "Where is Princess Tania? I haven't seen her since this morning. She had even rejected my invitation to come to the throne hall."
